I wanted to like it. I really did.
But the movie my family and I rented from Redbox last night (which will remain unnamed) was a real stinker. The plot holes in the thing were big enough to fly a star cruiser through!
I don’t know if it was the writing, directing, or editing, or a combination of all three. But somewhere along the line the story got lost in a series of super long action scenes that everyone in my family treated like a series of super long intermissions.
Which says a lot. Because aren’t action scenes supposed to keep us enthralled on the edge of our seats, not strolling into the other room to see if there’s anything good hiding in the back of the refrigerator?
As a writer the first thing I did was try to figure out what went wrong. But frankly, it doesn’t take a writer to know the problem. We, the audience, were given no reason to care about the characters.
Damaged hired gun swoops in and saves a downtrodden girl who is actually royalty, and consequently saves Earth. They fall in love without a single, real conversation.
Blah, blah, blah.
What is a shame. Science fiction is my favorite genre. When it’s done right.